☀️ Arselia and Akonia Auto-translated

-- To my surprise, I woke up not in the heavenly halls of Grevan, where hot forges are lit and heroes set off to battle monsters. No, instead, I learned that higher powers completely unknown to me had intervened in my fate. Upon learning the reason for my presence here, I gladly swore loyalty to my new liege, Her Highness Naria, to whom I owed my salvation. From Her, I learned that my new world is called Anuzish, possesses life and will, and is under an existential threat due to the intervention of otherworldly gods, some of whom are known for a fact to have ruined their own worlds and now wish to make another, hitherto prosperous one, their battlefield. Thus, my current mission is to prevent such a negative outcome.

-- I will not call this mission particularly noble, for there is no nobility in a guest providing support and assistance to their host, or rather, the ruler of this world, who was so kind as to feed and water me all this time, and bestow various other blessings upon me.

-- As for the rest... Well, according to the mandate, I must confess, and although such a ritual does not exist in the spiritual practices I previously knew, I have had time to familiarize myself with the rituals of Anuzish. In theory, I should criticize myself, and objectively, there is something to find. For example, I tend to give myself too strongly to my hobbies, and I sometimes think that the people surrounding me are often more empathetic than I am, which sometimes leads to wrong decisions, -- here Erefir remembered how she allowed Raphael to recruit the dangerous Metarma into the squad instead of simply pitying the actor and establishing a strict ban for his own good.

-- But also, contrary to tradition, I want to praise myself for the fact that I do not engage in propaganda and do not cause any other form of cultural harm; moreover, as far as I know, no god of my world is engaging in expansion into Anuzish: which means I carry no dangerous seeds hidden from myself. Additionally, I try to make my own positive contribution to the world even outside of my main work: I think some inhabitants of Margel can confirm this through their acquaintance with me.

-- This... Your Holiness, apparently, is my not-so-short "short" story, -- a light smile.

I won't do it just because of a few chills.

- Wait! I'll also take the regular Margel flag and the framed Margel flag.

I could change the color to green or red if there are plans for a continuation... a basement wouldn't hurt either, although I don't even have a scientist's outfit anymore, so the telescope will have to do.
It would be interesting to see the characters in the future.

- Easy. It might turn out that staying here will be a much better idea in the long run... Our empire, and Margel in particular, is far from the worst place in the world. On the other hand... Every person is the master of their own destiny.
Meanwhile, Guyon examines the shelves - which books haven't been taken?

- Give people freedom, and they'll end up hurting themselves. - This comment was directed not so much at the couple, but at the universe.
There weren't any "interesting" books in Grace at the moment.

- Y-yes, of course, - hands over two packages, - here you go...

Raptilion takes the shopkeeper's hands in his and squeezes them in a gesture of gratitude.

"Okamisama..."
- Wonderful. To walk such a path and choke on monkey excrement – isn't that the ultimate dream?… Ma ikka,” she shrugs and gratefully takes the elixir. “I hope it won’t be needed. I’ll change clothes then. I’ve only flown about twenty to forty cells, I’d better go on foot.”
She enters the changing room and emerges a second later in a Minjin dress, with a crossbow slung over her shoulder – her hand gripping it was adorned with a ring – and a whistle dangling where her kagura used to be.
- Please, don’t comment… - she instinctively tries to pull down the hem of the dress to cover her legs, which are now unusually exposed to the wind.
Standing sideways and holding the uncharged crossbow, she aims at a blade of grass and spends some time in that position, getting used to the weight and feel of the weapon – it’s unusual compared to her familiar bow, but the basic principles are the same – then she pulls the trigger, pretends to quickly load a second bolt, draws the string, and pulls the trigger again.
- Pom… pom… - she says, vocalizing the supposed shots, then turns her gaze to the pilot with a satisfied smile, but a second later she realizes and adopts a serious expression. - Ahem. Well, I’m off, and you be ready. Where did we need to go?…
This peculiar training scene, in addition to belated embarrassment, reminds her how to properly calculate the trajectory of a shot and use the wind to make the projectile fly further, and, surprisingly, increases her dexterity by two and her perception by one.

— The goals of Her Highness, Princess Naria, are known to me, Erefir, and I wholeheartedly support them, even though our views differ somewhat. Become her loyal sword.

They might even banish him for such debauchery; he is a married man, after all.

- Thank you very much! - Raptilion takes the saleswoman's hands in his and squeezes them in a gesture of gratitude.
He's going somewhere; I'll decide tomorrow.